Yeah, yeah That's what it means, what it means, what it means Uh-huh Rhymen Shop #2 Uh, for the Clubhouse view, you understand? Yeah, uh-uh I endure certain artistic approaches To obtain a, auspicious hypnosis Let's call it vibe, October 1995 Have faith in being big Notoriously, we've been that way since we was kids Who? Me and my fat street crew Let me drive, you can take the back seat too On this ride, but if you need the tre' say to live another day Or maybe keep health, lord willing there will be seatbelts If you stay inside, we just talking, walking Laying stride, this the type of texting that's Saving lives, word to my favorite side Spaghetti west Where big hearts steadies the heavy chest as we Carry the buried shooters, once married to Larry Hoover Pause, moment of silence They put the onus on us of, promoting the violence We was just open and vibrant coping Noticing hybrids, oppression and ambition mixed You know, different shit Acting as if it was normal, born into ridicule Formed in the formidable, ghetto Uh, it's young L-O that's the beginning and end All these alterations had me penning the hymns That you you could call voodoo doll How I be moving y'all using scroll Noose removing nuisance Gnaws tooth and too I'm chewing fall Truant students stupid? Nah, superhuman suits involved Lucent hue in lieu of stars Moving balls like two Gasol's We can do it, Aww You been hooping dawg They was duping, we was juking too enthralled Cooped in coupes and cars Shoulda been alley-oop'ing the movement cause For loose and stupid stalling and goofing off Uh, assistance Then at a distance Prodigy from Chicago Profiting from the potholes Yachting above the Ott Rose Poverty with my Vatos Gobbling up the nachos This fool Bars feel like Whittier boulevard full o' cars You just focus on getting to the paint I'll focus on the lobs We call that there, "doing our jobs" Alley on purpose, never off odds Jumping out the gym, landing on the stars Shout out to the mob